band?”
“ Nope. You know I don’t even have a favorite band.” I grin.
“ Did you meet a man?”
My grin vanishes.
“ I see. I bet he was in your dream, too!”
I give a curt nod. “Yeah.”
“ What do you know about him?” Nate asks.
“ Not much,” I explain, “because I picked him up on the side of the road and he couldn’t remember where he was, or much else …”
Nate cocks his head to the side. “Then—”
“ Then what?” I cut him short, hoping he can enlighten me about my crazy dream.
“ Then I have no idea where that groupie bit came from,” he says with a shrug.
I roll my eyes. “So why am I telling you my dreams?”
He shrugs again. “Dunno.”
My laugh sounds a little desperate, and I slap my palm to my face. “I guess I know why.”
“ Why?” he prods.
“ Because you are a nosey person, Nate,” I answer with a smile.
“ Damn.”
“ Yeah. Gotcha.”
He chuckles. “And here I thought you wouldn’t notice.”
“ Duh,” I say with a shrug. “I’m a clever girl, in case you didn’t know that.” My grin is wide.
“ Morning,” Draven croaks, shuffling into the kitchen.
“ Morning,” Nate and I echo simultaneously.
I rise. “I should get dressed. Anyone need the bathroom urgently?” They shake their heads. “Fine. I’ll camp out in there then.” I turn away and go to my bedroom to fetch my clothes, before locking myself in the bathroom to have some peace.
In the shower, I find the relaxation that eluded me during the night. I’d love to go back to bed and sleep the whole day, but I bet it wouldn’t take two hours for someone to call, just to ask me how I am. Or maybe to ask whether they woke me. I tend to answer that with: No, I was doing Zumba in my bed .
After toweling myself dry and getting dressed, I look at my reflection in the mirror. There are dark circles under my eyes, a fact that bothers me a lot. With a sigh, I grab the concealer and try to cover up the dark smudges. I’m just glad I have a lot of makeup, so I can make myself presentable. Most of the time, I only use it when I go out.
***
Everything is in place, and the new dress I bought wraps around my curves in a decisively flattering way. The only thing that needs tending to is my hair. I should get it cut again, but I feel much more like having my long hair back. A makeover would be nice. Maybe I should just call my dad and ask him for a little extra cash so I can pay for some extensions. It’s worth a try, even though I doubt he’ll give me any money. As my grandma used to say, I’ve already got a no, but I could also get a yes. I know long hair isn’t a necessity, but I want it anyway, and I want it now! I’ve been cursing my decision to cut off my hair for a while now. It used to fall down to my hips, and now it’s a stupid bob! With a sigh, I sit down on my bed and call my dad.
“ Hello, darling, how are you?” he says when he picks up.
“ Hey, Dad. I’m fine. How are you?”
“ Fine and dandy, thank you, my dear.”
I take a deep breath and muster up some courage. “Daddy?”
I can hear his smirk. “How much do you need, Thally?”
“ I wanted to get some hair extensions, and I wondered if you could advance me some money …”
He sounds calm. “Will you work off your debt during school breaks?”
My father has his own company, and I help out whenever I’m home, to pay off my debts. I mean, he’s giving me a sum for rent and such every month, but I often borrow extra money, you know, because a girl has needs. “Sure, Dad, I always do,” I promise.
“ Okay. I’ll send you $500, but try to make that stretch, darling, please.”
My lips curve into a half smile. “Thank you, Daddy! You’re the best!”
“ You say that every time.” He laughs.
“ Because it’s true.” I giggle.
“ Send me a picture of the new hairstyle,” he says once his laughter has ceased.
“ Aye, Daddy. Talk to you soon. I love you.”
“ Love you, too,